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Category Archives: Furry Feet (and fish)
Happy (First) Fur Friday! I’m going to start a weekly Fur Friday theme to my blog. I do not have a solid idea what this will entail other than it will have something to do with our menagerie of animals. … Continue reading
A week and a half ago I introduced a new houseplant into our home. The odds are stacked against it for several reasons, the top three reasons being: me, our cats, and me. To shrug off the responsibility and the … Continue reading
Recently I did a bit of organizing in our kitchen. Chloe decided to help me. I think she is eyeing the miniature Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. So was I. Smart cat!
Sasha fancies herself to be a cat, even though she is clearly not a cat. She greatly enjoys sneaking up onto the back of our couch cushions, straddling them, and then falling asleep. She knows the word “off” and will … Continue reading
You know when your cat comes over and lays down next to you wanting to nap, but he is so cute that you can’t stop petting him? That happened to James today. Poor baby James.
The other day I caught our orange cat, James, hanging on Husband’s robe. At the time of the robe hanging, the robe was itself hanging on the back of our bedroom door and, thankfully, not hanging on Husband. I happened … Continue reading
The other day Carter asked me if he could go skinny dipping in our backyard pool. Considering the time of day – it was daylight – and our location – the middle of one of the largest cities in the … Continue reading
The dogs were a tumbleweed of black fur as I opened the door to let them in. They had been outside to take care of their business and were eager to start their day, eager for their breakfast. Sasha whipped … Continue reading
Sasha, lovin’ life as only a dog can.